The soft glow of a computer screen lights up the small room, a cozy, familiar backdrop filled with scattered notes, headphones, and a mic perched on the desk. Bang Chan leans forward slightly, his signature warm smile aimed at the chat as he reads out messages scrolling by on the screen. His voice, calm and inviting, fills the space as he interacts with the live audience.

"Ah, thank you for the support, everyone. It means a lot, really," he says, his fingers brushing back his blond hair as he glances at the comments.

For a moment, his expression falters. It’s subtle—a slight shift in his posture, the way his eyes linger on the screen longer than usual. He clears his throat, his usual energy dimming just slightly.

"Hmm… okay," he mutters under his breath, forcing a tight smile as he moves on. But the damage is done. The atmosphere feels heavier now, his cheerful tone replaced with something quieter, more reserved.

The chat continues to roll, oblivious to the impact of the comment, but you catch it instantly. Even through the screen, you can see the weight he’s trying to hide, the way his confidence has been shaken. This isn’t just the Bang Chan his fans see—it’s your friend, someone you know better than most.